Hey everybody! I just recently watched the new Narnia movie and instantly fell in love with it. That means, of course, that I had to write something about it . Basic plot line, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless. Thanks!

Swords clanged, ringing with force and jagged blades ripped and tore. Fangs flashed and gnawed and unsheathed claws gouged. Everything seemed to be covered in a haze of red, but the girl running didn't notice. Her clear, ice-blue eyes were wild, darting in all different directions. Her hair flew behind her, the dry wind snatching at her brown locks. And on her lips, there was only one word, the desperate scream drowned out by the roars and wails of a raging battle.

"Caspian!"

Her voice cracked as she lost her footing and fell. She felt her ankle strain under her and twist the wrong way as she fell on top of it. There was a sickening crack as the ground rushed up to meet her, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her eyes squeezed shut in pain, teeth grinding together; it was broken, she knew it. She tried to lift herself from the ground, but her arms buckled from the weight, and she crumpled into a heap. She let out a bitter sob and pounded the ground with tightly-clenched fists. She had to find him, she had to. Before it was too late.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across her. She look up, prepared to see a sneering Telmarine or a gleaming, blood-stained sword, prepared to strike. Nothing would have prepared her for those eyes, that face, that smile…

"Caspian!" His smile grew wider, and stretched a hand towards her.

"Queen Susan…are you sure you don't want that horn?" His eyes smiled at her, shining with mirth. Susan felt her own lips curve up in response.

"I don't need it. You're here, aren't you?" Gently, she placed her hand in his, her own pale fingers dwarfed by his larger palm. His thumb caressed her skin before closing completely around her hand, spreading the heat that seemed to travel steadily up her arm. Then, in one fluid movement, his hand circled her waist and lifted her into the air, setting her down gingerly on one foot. She was much closer now, and the heat that had started with his touch now spread from her middle where he held her securely, but gently.

The battle lost its sound, the air lost its suffocating tension. Everything moved with a curious slowness and the red haze that had been so prevalent before lifted as if it had never been. It was as if there was only her and Caspian, Caspian and her. His eyes reflected the setting sun, flecks of gold sparkling in chocolate. His hair danced across his face, touching his brow, his nose, his lips…her Prince, Narnia's King.

King, king…what was it? Something gnawed on the edges of her thoughts, bothering her. What had she come here for? What was it that had been so important? What did she need to do? The answer flirted with her, staying just out of reach of her frustrated thoughts. It was important, she knew that much. Something to with Caspian. A warning…

Susan didn't see it coming. She didn't see the shadow that crept up behind Caspian. She didn't see the sword raised over his head, she didn't see Miraz's chilling smile…not until it was too late.

"Caspian, watch out! Behind you!!" But the sword had already plunged forward and all turned deathly silent. Susan saw Miraz's lips pull back in vicious grin as his hands thrust the blade forward, feeling Caspian's hands on her suddenly loosen. She saw Caspian's expression turn into horror then pain as his whole body convulsed once, twice. She saw the blade pierce him through, the bloody tip coming out through his stomach just inches from her own body, then saw it ripped back, tearing through him a second time. She saw his expression change once more from earlier pain, to shock, and then to a deep sadness as his eyes locked with her own horrified, aghast ones. And then, she saw him fall.

"No!!" Susan sat up straight in her bed, body covered in a sheen of sweat. Two trails of tears still coursed down her cheeks and her hands gripped fistfuls of crumpled sheets. What was this? Caspian, he… Susan's eyes darted across the room, taking in the familiar desk, dresser, and closet. Looking frantically to her right, the hands of the clock read 2:30 AM. Realization swept over her and she unclenched her fists, burying her face in her trembling hands. She'd seen the blood, she'd seen him fall…and it had all been a dream.

He tossed the quill to the side, letting it roll off the large stack of paperwork and off the desk. It was no use; he wasn't going to get any work done. At least, not with the dream he had last night playing out in front of him over and over again. It taunted him with her sweet face, her crystal eyes, those full lips…she was more beautiful than ever, even with her cheeks stained with dirt and tears. The whole day, he kept feeling her fragile, delicate, unbelievably soft hand in his, kept seeing her radiant smile. Even when the sword had been driven through him, it had only hurt for a moment. It was that overwhelming feeling of grief that had taken over everything. Grief at leaving her just after he'd found her. Grief at not being able to see her smile again. Grief at the realization that it had all been a dream when he woke up.

Just another dream.

"Professor, I'm going…out. I'll be back soon." Professor Cornelius didn't say anything but lowered his glasses, watching the young man swipe the back of his hand across his eyes before swinging a cloak around his shoulders and running out the door. The old man sighed. It took a long time for a heart to heal; he just hoped Caspian was healing the right way.